The Wistful Petal
The notice was stamped in red ink, the paper thick and coarse, smelling faintly of the linoleum floor where it had been left. Sergeant Elias Thorne held the document in both hands, his knuckles white, as he read the decree for the third time. It mandated the immediate cessation of all unlicensed herbal preparations within the industrial district of Oakhaven. The language was precise,...
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